This adventurer is overly righteous.

Unlike when starting from White Rock Town, Nome Village is just a small village with no means of transportation like oxcarts to give you a ride. To get to the mission location, you can only walk, and you will inevitably have to endure wind and rain.

"Thank you so much."

Kroya bought some food from the villagers, and once everything was ready, he set off with Carter, proceeding along a somewhat bumpy dirt road with sparse shrubs on both sides and an unidentified but exceptionally lush grass covering the ground.

"It'll take about two days." Carter took out his map and compass, adjusting the direction. "Ogres, we're going to hunt ogres. Ogres are..."

"The adult is nearly four meters tall and has three heads, but it is not very intelligent. It turns to stone when exposed to sunlight." Kroya continued Carter's words, which made Carter, who wanted to explain, feel a little awkward.

"I saw related records in the church's library."

As if he had seen through Carter's thoughts, Croya said that in the first few years after he came to this world, he was full of curiosity about this fantastic and beautiful other world. Although he had never left the church before and his activity range was very small, he had read a lot of books in the church.

Trolls are common monsters in various books, and they are quite famous because of their peculiar appearance.

"Cough cough cough..." Carter coughed a few times, then said, "Since you already know, then I won't explain any further."

"A month ago, people started reporting missing persons cases. After investigation by the Adventurers' Guild, it was confirmed that it was the work of an ogre. This task fell to me. The target's location is near the Misty Forest, and it should have come from there..."

The dirt road climbed up a hillside. Croya and Carter climbed to the top together. They had set off in the afternoon, and now it was almost evening. The setting sun cast its rays obliquely on the ground, as if gilding the earth with a hazy golden glow.

The two stopped at the right time, as traveling at night was not safe. Carter cleared a shady clearing and then started a fire, while Croya pitched the tent and sprayed powder around it to repel wild animals and poisonous insects.

For adventurers, wilderness survival is an essential skill.

Kroya moved faster than Carter. He looked towards the place where the sun was last setting, which was also the direction they were heading. The thick, deep red glow of the sunset was constantly being enveloped by the silent night, leaving only a thin layer floating at the edge of the horizon. Below it, the mist was illuminated by the afterglow, and countless dark green tree canopies appeared and disappeared in the distance, gathering the last bit of orange-yellow light, as if the sun was about to sink into them.

"Is that the Misty Forest?"

The book says that it is the kingdom where Kroya now lives, the border of the Netherlands. Crossing the Misty Forest leads to another country. The two countries divide their territories by the Misty Forest and have lived in peace for quite some time.

Kroya pointed in the distance, then turned back to ask Carter.

"That's right." Carter lit a fire and then replied, "Many monsters inhabit that place, and generally only a small number of adventurers venture there to explore."

Danger and opportunity go hand in hand. Powerful adventurers often disdain the rewards of small tasks and choose to venture deep into the Misty Forest to hunt monsters and bring back various rare materials to exchange for money.

  

"Even so, many adventurers died inside."

Kroya looked away, then sat down on the ground with Carter, boiled water, and ate bread.

"Although we sprinkled some powder to repel poisonous insects and wild beasts..." Carter paused, the firelight flickering and casting shadows of the two men, "that doesn't mean we can rest easy."

"Some monsters might approach us at night, and if we don't notice them in time, we're doomed."

Although Carter acknowledged Kroya's strength, he believed that Kroya still lacked the experience necessary to be an adventurer, so he dutifully explained things to Kroya.

It was also because of Kroya's exceptional potential that Carter wanted to befriend him.

"So we need someone to keep watch at night. We'll take turns. You keep watch for the first half of the night, and wake me up if you get sleepy."

"Okay." Kroya agreed, having a natural advantage in this regard due to his ability to sense malice.

"But besides monsters, you also need to be extra careful of people passing by who are attracted by the firelight," Carter added. "In the wild, anyone you meet could be a bandit, a fugitive, or a bailiff. It's dangerous to trust them too easily."

"Do not be kind to those who approach at night. If anything happens, wake me up immediately."

Carter was quite serious.

He had witnessed everything Kroya had done in the village. He was willing to team up with Kroya, partly because of his considerable strength and ability to provide significant assistance, and partly because of the character Kroya had displayed.

Although Carter disagreed with what Kroya did, he had to admit that he would prefer to team up with someone like Kroya compared to traditional adventurers, at least there was no risk of being betrayed.

Trust among adventurers is not strong; sometimes, a person's character may be more important than their strength.

However, Kroya was too kind, which made Carter a little worried that he might be fooled by some evil tricks.

"In short, wake me up if anyone gets close."

"it is good."

Kroya nodded; he could certainly tell what Carter was worried about.

However, Kroya didn't offer any explanation. He didn't want to tell others that he could sense malice in their hearts, as it sometimes made everyone uncomfortable.

The last glimmer of light disappeared into the distance, and the world was shrouded in the silent night. The moon and stars cast a faint glow. Kroya leaned against a tree, with flames leaping before him. He occasionally added dry twigs and leaves to the flames, watching the sparks fly. The fire illuminated his overly pale face, and his sword lay across his lap.

Then the evening breeze came, sometimes strong, sometimes gentle, and sometimes strong again, rustling through the grass.

Everything seemed calm, but Kroya picked up his sword, stood up, looked around at the area illuminated by the firelight, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Time passed slowly, and an unknown insect emitted a sharp sound. A person stepped out of the darkness into the firelight and made a shushing gesture.

"I'm an adventurer too, relax a bit..."

He was tall and thin, dressed like any other novice adventurer, with a bow on his back and an apologetic look on his face, and he appeared before Kroya like that.

"I mean no harm, could you share some of your food with me?"

He then pointed to the tent where Carter was sleeping.

"Is that your friend? It's better not to disturb his rest. I just want to grab something to eat and I'll be leaving soon."

"My name is Scaturde."

"Scartot said with a smile, and he seemed very sincere," Scartot said.